Folks has be’n to town, and Sahry Fetched 'er home a pet canary—, And of all the blame’, contrary, Aggervatin’ things alive! I love music—that I love it

When Little Claude was naughty wu… At dinner-time, an’ said He won’t say '_Thank you_' to his… She maked him go to bed An’ stay two hours an’ not git up,…

Hey, Old Midsummer! are you here… With all your harvest-store of old… Vast overhanging meadow-lands of r… And drowsy dawns, and noons when g… Nods in the sun, and lazy truant b…

Such was the Child-World of the l… The little world these children us… Johnty, the oldest, and the best,… Of the five happy little Hoosier… Inhabiting this wee world all thei…

I come upon it suddenly, alone— A little pathway winding in the we… That fringe the roadside; and with… I wander as it leads. Full wistfully along the slender w…

Wilful we are in our infirmity Of childish questioning and discon… Whate’er befalls us is divinely me… Thou Truth the clearer for thy my… Make us to meet what is or is to b…

I have jest about decided It 'ud keep a _town-boy_ hoppin’ Fer to work all winter, choppin’ Fer a’ old fire-place, like _I_ d… Lawz! them old times wuz contrairy…

I’ve thought a power on men and th… As my uncle ust to say,— And ef folks don’t work as they pr… W’y, they ain’t no use to pray! Ef you want somepin’, and jes dead…

The Hired Man Talks There’s old man Willards; an’ his… An’ Marg’et—S’repty’s sister—; an… There’s me—an’ I’m the hired man; An’ Tomps McClure, you better ye…

‘Hey, Bud! O Bud!’ rang out a gl… '_The Loehrs is come to your hous… But very much elated little chap, In snowy linen-suit and tasseled c… Leaped from the back-fence just ac…

'Mylo Jones’s wife’ was all I heerd, mighty near, last Fall— Visitun relations down T’other side of Morgantown! Mylo Jones’s wife she does

Low hidden in among the forest tre… An artist’s tilted easel, ankle-de… In tousled ferns and mosses, and i… A fluffy water-spaniel, half aslee… Beside a sketch-book and a fallen…

Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetc… When he’s ist a little teenty-ween… 'Bout as big as little pups, an’ t… An’ Pa gived Noey fifty cents, wh… Nen he buyed a chain fer him, an’…

Alone they walked—their fingers kn… And swaying listlessly as might a… Wherein Dan Cupid dangled in the… Of some sun-flooded afternoon of… Within the clover-fields the tickl…

I am not prone to moralize In scientific doubt On certain facts that Nature trie… To puzzle us about,— For I am no philosopher